Yeah, right. Like 1 1/2 hours. Every. Single. Day.
I keep telling myself it will be worth it, once I get to the point that I stop feeling as if a heart attack is two heartbeats away at all times.
Unfortunately, between my weight (think Garfield, here) and a family history of joint issues, walking has been taking a toll on my knee joints. Ben Gay has become my best friend, and every day activities are torture. All in the name of looking and feeling good, right? Well, I was looking around for something low- or no-impact that I could do, and came upon an old pilates workout DVD that I had sitting around the house. I had never even taken it out of the box before. Sad, I know. It looked good. Slow, easy, no-impact work that would strengthen my core and (hopefully) help me out with my chronic back pain and horrid posture.
Have you ever seen one of those workouts?! Are those people really human? I am convinced they are not attached at the joints, just loose and floppy like my old rag doll. Seriously. I mean, to a "big and beautiful" woman like myself, this kind of thing...
might as well be this kind of thing....
And rather than looking like the graceful 'droid on the video, I am sure that my red face, grunting, and flopping around would resemble a hog getting in a good wallow on a hot day.
How I just love that self image. Huh.
When I got to Mom's this morning, she let me use her strider-glider exercise thingy. It is like that Gazelle machine that you used to see info-mercials about. Remember the dude with the ponytail and the yelling? Yeah, that thing.
I gotta say, while it may look like some crazy circus apparatus, this thing is AMAZING on the knees. I would say that it wasn't as difficult of a cardio workout as walking or jogging, but I was able to get my heart rate up and get a good "glow" going. That is a really nice way of saying that I was sweating like a farm-hand. I just can't get over how great it felt on the knees, though. I did almost a full hour on that thing! Though my feet were killing me and eventually went numb, I never once felt like my knees were going to fall apart. The best part? Mom is going to give me the crazy thing! She can't use it anymore, and she just wants it out of her basement.
I am going to keep thinking about the Pilates thing, though. If contorting myself into those torturous positions will give me that kind of grace and flexibility....well, let's just say it might be worth looking like a beached whale in death throes now to look like that later.